Jar writes:
I thought it might be interesting to explore some of our childhood experiences that helped mold what we are today.
This is part of my Recovery Process and it seems that the rest of you are opening up so well! I suppose that I can also share, although some of it is painful.
My Father was a homebuilder. He and Mom came from Columbia, Missouri after World War II. Denver was a cow town when they arrived, and Dad went into business with his wealthy brother building houses. They must have built 700 houses between them in their careers, but Uncle Tom never had kids. My sis was born in 1950, I in 1959.
I lived in some nice suburbs. Early memories include playing army with my best friend, Jimmy and riding my sting ray bicycle all around the neighborhood. Jimmy and I used to ride up to 7-11 every day in the summer. I also had a trampoline and bounced on the darn thing day and night! It was my escape from the real world. I had a dog named Ivan. I once had a parakeet, but one day almost killed it as I was "pretending" to play army with it and it became the enemy. As we took it to the vet, I was horribly crushed inside and felt sick to my stomach.
One event that stood out was in 7th grade when the guys all dared me to kiss this girl. She had very large breasts and was kinda easy, if you know what I mean. I was terrified, however. They kept hounding me and wouldn't give up. Suddenly I grew so angry that I picked up a chair right out of the school administrations office and hurled it at the wall, shattering the chair. The guys all scattered...they were afraid of me after that. It was an all boys school located right next to an all girls school...(they later merged)
I later worked at a restaurant and became the fastest and best dishwasher out of the entire crew!

The Boss, whose name was Mick, like me so much that he paid me a whopping $2.75 an hour while everyone else made $2.00-$2.25.
The restaurant closed the same year that I graduated from High School. The next ten years of my life were a blur...too many drugs and too little responsibility.
To conclude this, I can only say that I am just now growing up..after years of being emotionally still a child.
Edited by Phat, : edit bio